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Chapter 1

"You worthless brat," shouted the horrific voice as she threw a plate toward me.

I screamed in terror as it shattered a few inches away from my feet. I curled my body and held my tangled brown hair as I began to shake. My aunt reached to grab another plate but stopped. She curled her hand into a fist and faced towards me. She began to step towards me and I shrieked with every step she took.

"Please don't hit me, please don't hit me, please don't hit me," I pleaded repeatedly, gripping my head harder.

RING RING!

The phone rang loudly. I shut my eyes tightly.

"Lucky little bitch," I heard her grumble in the darkness and I heard her footsteps fade away.

I uncurled my body and then stumbled as I stepped up. I ran as fast as I could to my room, avoiding my mother, and locked the door behind me. I began to shove random articles of clothing into my backpack. I ran to my window and opened it as fast as I could. I pushed the screen away and adjusted my head through the opened window. The wind brushed my cheek and sent my hair flying. I gazed out to the night sky, staring at the bright full moon. I fixed my eyes to the millions of stars, all of them shining brightly. Each one was an individual. Why can't I be one of them?

I need to be free.

I clutched the sides of the window and began to breathe in and out.

"Open the damn door you worthless bitch!" My aunt shouted as she began to punch the door.

I gasped loudly. I breathed in one last time before jumping out of the window. When my foot touched the lush grass, I knew it.

I was almost there.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I heard my aunt screaming from my window. My eyes winced as the wind stung them. I reached for my cell phone from my hoodie's pocket. I stumbled as I opened it. My fingers, without thought, dialed Skye.

My heart began to beat loudly as I heard the dial tone.

Please, please answer!

There was a silence and my heart sunk.

"Hello? Pony?" he said through the phone.

My eyes suddenly began to tear.

"Skye? Skye! Thank goddess," I sighed in relief through the phone.

"Pony? Are you okay? Did she hit you again?" he asked frantically.

I held my phone close to my ear. I wished I could lie to him, like I have many times in the past.

"…Yes…"

There was a long silence. On no, did we get disconnected?

"I'll kill that fucking bitch," I heard Skye whisper in a murderous tone.

I felt goose bumps creep up on my skin. I've never heard him sound so scary.

"Is it okay… if I can stay at your house?" I begged softly.

"Of course, I'll go pick you up now. Where are you?" he asked.

"Ash Road,"

"Okay, I'll see you see there. Soon." He said before he hung out.

I sat in relief on the edge of the sidewalk. Within a few minutes, Skye's car came into parked his silver car a few feet away from me. Skye ran out of his car with his face painted with a worried look.

"Pony!" he called out to me.

"Skye…" I said softly.

"Are you okay?"

I began to scratch my head nervously.

"Uh…I don't-well I don't kno-" I mumbled.

He looked at me from my messy hair down to my sneakers which were untied. My shirt had some rips and a few small holes. My jeans had large rips which revealed some black and blue bruises.

Skye didn't say anything but hugged me tightly. He always hugs me. The first thing he does is hugs me when I see him. He's been doing this ever since I met him 11 years ago. I gripped his black jersey tightly. I laughed half-heartedly as his silver hair tickled me. His hair wasn't always a beautiful silver color it was black before but he decided to dye it. When I asked him why, he said it was a secret.

He released his grip on me and looked at me with his jade green eyes, which were overflowing with concern.

"Let's go, Pony" he whispered.

He offered me his hand and I took it without hesitation.

"Yeah"

….

I gazed out at the houses that passed us. I felt my heart stop when we passed my house. I can't imagine what it would be like if my aunt were to have her hands on me again. Why did she have to move in?

I began to shiver furiously.

Skye, who had both hands on the wheel, looked at me concerned.

"I'm sorry, Pony. I should've taken your feelings to account and stayed away from your house. Forgive me." Skye said apologetically.

I turned to him and shook my head. "It's okay." I said, looking away.

Suddenly Skye's phone began to ring.

He answered it hesitantly.

"Hello? Yeah, it's Skye,"

"What about Pony?" I turned my head to him. Skye's face began to look stressed.

"I haven't seen her in a week, yeah. I'll tell you if I see her." My face looked him with confusion. What is he talking about? I'm with him right now.

"Okay, bye." Skye ended the call and then looked at me.

"Your bitch of an aunt is looking for you. She called the police about you already,"

I gasped, "Where can I go? They're probably going to search your house since she knows we're best friends,"

"I know," he said. Skye suddenly turned the car and began to travel in a different direction.

"We're going to Forget-Me-Not-Valley, I have a secret house near there."

"Where's that?" I asked him.

"Some town far in the woods, it's near Mineral Town."

I looked at him again.

"Where's that?"

Skye sighed but smiled bitter sweetly at me. I returned a plain smile.

We continued to drive, driving past over a million trees. We also passed a small town, only a few houses but were overflowing with beauty and nature. He stopped his car at the front of a small but inviting shack.

"This is my secret house," Skye explained.

I looked at him with amazement in my eyes.

He managed to move out and find his own home and he's only 18 years old.

"How long have you been living here?" I asked him.

"Just a few months. I've become quite acquainted with the other villagers of Forget-Me-Not-Valley." He said mischievously. I looked at him with my eyebrow raised. I opened the car door and took a look around, to my disappointment; I saw no village or town.

"Where are they? I mean the Forget-Me-Valley,"

"Forget-Me-Not-Valley," he corrected me but didn't answer my question.

I sighed, he's always been like this, never being clear, like with his hair color. I grabbed my bag and walked into his house with him. Surprisingly, it was quite large inside, other than the fact the house looks small on the outside. The walls were painted pure white on each one of the four rooms of the house. On the mahogany furniture there were golden vases and ceramic jewelry boxes. I gave Skye a funny look.

"You into jewelry?"

Skye laughed awkwardly and slowly reached for the jewelry box.

"Someone gave it to me," he stuttered. My eye brows rose in interest.

"Mr. Single for Life finally got a girlfriend? I don't think your girlfriend will appreciate a girl living with her boyfriend, that is…If it's okay for me to live here?"

"I would never get a girlfriend!" Skye shouted at me.

I looked at him with my eyes wide open.

"I was joking calm down. Anyways, when you get married I would want to be your best man," I said dreamily as I began to look around all of Skye's decorations, which all looked expensive, scattered around his house.

"Best man? You're a girl," Skye said as he began to set up blankets on his luxurious sofa.

"Well your wife is most likely to pick her best friend as her bride's maid. It would be weird for you to choose a best girl, because well, you're getting married. So I'll just be your best man instead," I explain.

"But you're a girl. You have to get that fact across," the silver haired boy retorted.

"I'll dress like a guy!" I answered triumphantly.

"But I would want to see you in a dress. You'd look so beautiful," he said smoothly.

Normal girls would be fawning over him but I on the other hand, I'm used to this. I've known him for 11 long enjoyable years and throughout each one, he always flirted or acted like a player. But never have I seen him actually get a girlfriend. As for me, if I were to say I liked someone or even got a boyfriend, Skye would give me this whole lecture about how you have to make sure he's the right one or else Skye will personally kill him. But I never listen since I laugh through the entire lecture. Sometimes he would just tell me to break up with him the second I told him. I would always refuse his proposal and continue my relationships, which never seemed to last more than a few weeks.

He's like the older brother I never had.

"I want to see you in a dress but we all know that's not happening either," I laughed at him.

Whenever I'm with Skye, my mood always seems to brighten, no matter how sad or dramatic of an event I've been through.

"Anyways, moving on…This is where you will be sleeping," Skye pointed to the sofa which was dressed with a blanket on top.

I pouted at him.

"Uh, no. I'm sleeping on the bed," I said, rejecting the sofa.

"Uh, no. That's where I sleep, beautiful," Skye stated, with sparkles in the air. I'm not sure if that was supposed to make me feel better.

"Never mind. I'll just sleep with you," I said, throwing my hands in the air.

Skye face became a dark crimson and his arms were protecting himself.

"Come on! I don't care how old we are, we've known each other since forever. It wouldn't be weird if we were to sleep together, it's not like we haven't done it before." I said as if it was nothing because it really is nothing.

"I can't believe how oblivious you are, Pony. We're at that age where…" he started but stopped as his entire body became red.

"Just because we're both 18 doesn't mean we can't have sleepovers Skye, grow up," I retorted.

"We could go on forever and you still wouldn't understand me. Do what you want, Pony." Skye walked out of the room, still red.

I smiled victoriously. I began to search through my bag. I found a white t-shirt with orange designs. There were also some blue jeans and a green skirt. At the very bottom I found a pair of black gloves with red animal paw prints.

When did I buy this?

There were also some pajamas, lucky me! They were white with orange paw prints. I looked at them oddly. I don't remember being so into paw prints. I shrugged and grabbed them.

"Skye, where can I change?" I called to him.

"Go to the bathroom, it's the door to the left."

I nodded to myself and walked in.

I removed my tattered and destroyed clothing. I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a bruised and broken girl in the mirror. I ran my hand through my messy hair and laughed at myself. I remember me being someone so happy and invincible.

What happened?

Now I'm a broken and destroyed object.

There was a knock on the door. "Hello Pony?" Skye asked softly.

"Huh? Yes Skye?" I answered, putting my pajamas on hastily.

"I was just cooking some dinner for you its-"

"Let me guess, its curry," I laughed.

Actually, it would be a surprise if it wasn'tcurry. He's quite the cook but all he ever makes is curry. Red curry, green curry, blue curry, white curry, black curry, you name it. Curry was the first thing he ever made.

It all began when we went shopping and the eight year old Skye saw an instant curry pack. He decided to try it since curry was already his favorite food. The taste didn't meet his pleasing and decided to improve it. Ever since then he's been experimenting and trying to perfect the taste of curry. It's a weird passion but I know a friend who collects pigs and I have animal print clothes, so I can't really be talking.

The aroma came sneaking into the bathroom.

I breathed it in and my stomach began to growl, as if it was begging for me to eat it.

"Of course," Skye chuckled. "Hurry up and come out before it gets cold,"

I quickly put on my pajamas and walked out of the bathroom.

In my arms I held my ripped clothing; I threw them in the trashcan and proceeded to Skye. The second I stepped into the kitchen the scent was so inviting. Skye pulled a seat up for me gracefully. I smiled at him as I sat down.

The silver haired boy placed a steaming hot dish of curry in front of me.

The smell was heavenly. I grabbed my spoon and took a large proportion of it. My eyes fluttered closed as I savored the delicious taste.

I sighed dreamily. This must be curry from the heavens.

"Skye, is this Finest Curry?" I asked him, as I began to scoop more curry.

He clicked his tongue at me then winked. "Of course, you know your curry well," he said as he sat down and watched me eat.

I pointed my spoon at him and said, "Well duh, you would make me try your curry every time you made it. They were all delicious, just so you know,"

Skye laughed softly.

"Of course, it was because I thought something was missing in each one. Even now I think something is missing."

I looked at him curiously but continued to eat the curry. I devoured the dish with delight.

"How was it?" Skye asked as he was putting the dishes away.

"Do you really need to ask? It was amazing. I can't describe it but it was so much better than the last one. Skye, you're the best chef in the world," I praised him.

His cheeks became pink. "You're not saying that just to make me feel happy?" he laughed.

"Of course not," I replied.

We spent the rest of the hour talking.

Together we talked about how our lives were since we moved away from each other. He hasn't changed since we last talked, but I was so wrong.

So very wrong…

My eyes were closed, my breathing slowed down, and I was asleep.

The blankets began to shift and I felt some change occurring. I drowsily opened my eyes to see a shadowed figure walking away from the bed.

Skye?

He opened the curtain, which allowed a large strip of moonlight to creep through. I arose from the bed and reached for the lamp. When the lights clicked on and I saw Skye, who looked at me startled. He was wearing a gray leopard print shirt with tight purple trousers.

"Where are you going?" I asked groggily.

Skye looked at me with his sweat beginning to drop. "You're awake! Um…" he began.

I saw him holding a note in his hands. I swiftly grabbed it and began to read it aloud.

"I'll bless your bar with my presence tonight for a drink. Sincerely Phantom Skye" It was written with his best handwriting. I eyed him oddly.

"What is with this cheesy name, PhantomSkye?" I asked

Skye began to mumble words and scratch his silvery hair. Suddenly my vision began to darken. I fell down onto the bed. Before I closed my eyes I saw Skye looking at me with concerned eyes.

I had blacked out.

The next morning I awoke to see Skye's face a few inches away from my face. I groaned as my head was killing me.

What happened last night?

Skye opened his green eyes slowly and looked at me. He suddenly stood up and held me quickly.I began to become flustered. "Skye? Are you okay?" I asked as I felt his arms begin to shake.

He slowly explained what happened last night.

"You fainted from anemia. I was so worried. I hope you feel better," Skye explained.

I looked at him with doubts. Why do I feel as if he's not telling me everything?

"You must have been very tired from last night" he whispered to himself.

I shook my head, causing my chestnut hair to fly.

"I must've had too much fun from last night," I joked, trying to avoid the subject.

There's no way I can tell the truth to him. I must be a burden to him already, asking if I could live with him. If I tell him the truth, I'll make his life even more difficult.

"Pony, tell me the truth," he pleaded, looking at me with his eyes which looked as if they were going to cry.

My heart dropped. I felt terrible always lying to Skye and hiding the truth. Unlike me, he would tell me everything going on his life: from his family problems, financial problems, and how he was simply feeling.

He would tell me everything.

Edited this chapter. Not much but still edited.

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